A / N: you're ok with me the song hold guaranteed Klische! and far too exaggerated ... But! I've heard the song and the scene came into my mind and I had to bring it inside easily. Now just hope that your Inner! Fangirl at the scene to it and start your mental cinema. ^ ^
Chapter 8 - Hard times - Part two
Dean was immediately at Castiel. He lifted his head and saw at once that Castiel burned literally.
'shit, who has a fever. Determined over 40 degrees. "
Castiel songs fluttered briefly and he looked around, confused.
'What am I doing on the floor ...? And why I'm lying in Dean's lap ...? This is not good. I dream again is not it? "
His doubt was not lost on penetrance and signed up again.
'Who cares, as long as it feels so incredibly beautiful. "
Castiel could not prevent a broad, though slightly silly grin stole over his face.
'No, Dean and I should just be friends, and that is determined here over it ...
But he has us ....
NO! ENOUGH! Not yet; but if, or maybe more! "
"Hey Dean, I'm feeling good again." Croaked hoarsely and stood on wobbly Castiel. Dean did not believe him a word. He was still sitting in a squatting position and looked skeptical Castiel up from below.
"You'd better not ..." Dean began.
Too late.
Castiel eyes rolled upward and he collapsed again, but this time Dean was faster. He jumped up and began Castiel on from behind.
"Say I only ... "Dean squeezed everything out quite as bad, because Castiel was much harder than he had assumed.
'Wow, he's so sick, what do we make with NEM ill angels? "
Dean did not know it, so he did what he would do in a human.
'First, the wet clothes down. No wonder that is sick if he never changes. "
Dean set about Castiel undress. Only the more serious, trench coat soaked by rain, then the shirt. It is designed the whole thing difficult than he had thought, because Castiel depended more bad than good in his arms. had
"Damn Cas help, here some times NEN," Dean muttered as he gotten for the third time his arm. But Castiel remained lifeless. Only the fast, shallow breathing could be heard from him. And Dean knew well, that the drops on his forehead came not only from the rain.
At length he went to Castiel on the pants and put it on the bed.
'The pants are soaking wet so that it can not be kept on. "
Dean hesitated, he knew how here everything looked. Then he heard this voice that seemed to rob him last nerve and came from deep inside.
'Well, of course, he can keep them ... but I do that? "
Dean turned bright red as he slipped this idea through his head.
'What the hell is the matter with me? "
Dean first took a deep sip from his flask. He wiped his mouth and breathed deeply several times.
'Okay, I can do it is, but nothing of it ..
. Yes, but even if I did not get a stand again at the ne team sailors could do chin-ups' announced again his inner voice.
Dean opened it with trembling hands still Castiel belt and reached into the waistband.
'Oh please, please, let his shorts are dry ...'
But the doubt in him now seemed omnipresent.
'Hm, or let him please, please wear only no shorts. "
Dean narrowed his eyes, for he could have sworn that his head was burning already hotter than an iron. The pants fell to the ground. Dean took Castiel things and turned around.
'Puh done. " Although Dean had risked no sight, was his tail already such a one, and he could have sworn that he now whispered a voice from the south.
'You're really a spoilsport! "
Dean looked down and hissed irritably. "Hey, you kindly to be on my side!"
Although Dean was attacked by the very strong urge to smash something, he packed away Castiel stuff and put it right into bed, so that he could recuperate in peace. As Dean noted facilitates had Castiel well dry shorts.
Dean turned off the light and scattered at all entrances and windows of salt. Sure was safe. Then he made himself comfortable on the little coach.
The room was only Castiel now quiet rhythmic Breathing heard.
"Yes, much more, that you need no sleep, Princess!" Dean grumbled and turned into the couch and fell into a fitful sleep.
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The next morning, just when the first rays of sunlight stole cautiously through the window, woke Castiel ... for the first time he opened his eyes and blinked briefly, for the day was his face.
'Was it a dream? How people have it? "
Castiel did not know it, he looked round and frowned.
'What am I doing in bed ...? And why I do not have anything on? "
Dean muttered, turning briefly to the couch.
Is' yes, I'm upset. Dean I have the stuff moved out and have me leave the bed. "
A pleasant feeling spread to Castiel. He seemed to warm to attend to and he felt lighter than a feather. He sat up, it creaked According to the bed and woke Dean.
"Hm, not only that but you are sleeping, you're still a damn early birds!"
Dean sat down on even more sleepy. His grip was automatically flask and took a deep swig. His eyes flashed briefly; hectic, as if he was not sure where he was.
'Hmm, why has Dean because his clothes still on. Why did he mean me then pulled out? "
Dean had now got up and walked over to Castiel, he sat on the edge of the bed and put a hand on his forehead.
"Well, you go today not out of bed."
Castiel slept not at all to Dean's words, because he already was raging a fierce battle between reason and desire.
'Dean really should not approach so close to me ...'
'But he is even closer and closer ...'
'NO! It may not be, it would only destroy our friendship. "
'friendship? Dean is still the one who keeps coming back since the kiss. In me continues to provoke these feelings! "
'It is a test ... determined it is and I will not break, Dean will not disappoint. I will show him daswir can just be friends like before. "
'Were we ever ...?'
Although Castiel reason had triumphed, at least the last thought of doubt remained in his head. Castiel wanted to get up, but Dean hurt his back resolutely into the pillow.
"Cas you have a fever! Or breathe you always this hard? "Dean smiled, his hands were still on Castiel shoulders.
'Yes he is right, my breathing is really hard and something seems to hammer against the inside of my head ... my imagination is already a bit, or stroking me just really Dean? "
'God, Cas is built not bad. If I did not know better I'd say he say ... What the hell am I here again just thinking! "
Dean jumped back from Cas, as it could have something engraved. Castiel expression did not change it. He was just curious about Dean's movements. The fever had already taken him yet. He had already re small beads of sweat on his forehead and a faint flush was in his face.
'The him is really good ...'
Dean went on his inside voice he'd lynch quartered long ago, and if he only could.
"Cas, I need to know something ... So over you. "
" What is it? "
" Well, it sounds funny to me in a moment you seem to be so strong that you do aufnimmst simultaneously with six angels, yes, they really butchered, and the next moment skin up NEN little fever is easy. "
Castiel sighed and looked at the blanket.
"I did not want to slaughter only when they got there, because I did not know why I did it. I had to defend myself, had to survive. They were six and I thought it would be over already but when I began to struggle against them because, there was this Feeling in me. It was as if it would rip out my mind. As if all was aflame in me and I, I could hardly see straight barely felt anything. My body was moving but I had no control. It was as if a dam had broken. As the shackles I could finally break. It was so strange and liberating-I "
" anger, "Dean helped out.
"It was what you have felt anger. Anger, aggression. "
Cas looked up and nodded slightly.
"Yes it was, yes that's it. But it was so uncontrollably I could not do everything in me wanted to go further until I had killed the last I came back to me. "
there was silence between the two. Dean did not directly say what it should.
, Cas appears to develop slowly and the emotions in a very radical kind of '
;
"Dean felt something people really all the time. This anger, this despair, this desire? "Castiel asked at once.
, this anger that I'm just your friend, this despair that I can touch you and this desire to just be near you. ' added, Castiel added in thought.
" Hm, well sometimes yes. But not always. There are other emotions. Joy, happiness, passion. " was at the last Dean, with a mischievous grin, Cas a slap on the shoulder and got up from his chair.
Dean's face showed no anger, anger or disappointment ... he was satisfied.
'At last I heard once from someone the truth. "
" But that explains why you are sick but not now? "
Cas still easily distracted by Deans Bordered touch again and said,
" Now, however, so I do not know for sure, but I believe that my body, my real body must get used to it and therefore vary my strength. The anger and insecurity makes me stronger I can be weakened and become more human. "
Dean looked incredulous Cas in the eye.
" Why uncertainty? When did you- "
Castiel Dean looked to relocate.
" Well you, I mean as we and - " broke , Cas and Dean could not see into the eyes. His eyes darted around the room.
Dean could slap yourself again.
, shit Cas course is uncertain. If he still has what's left for me. If he has to pretend to be just friends even though there maybe more. God, how should I handle it then. Something I know not. I'd always get my wife and if not. Also, no matter somewhere the next one was waiting for. ' Dean scratched his neck and move on now turned from
Dean put on his jacket. "Well, is not matter. I'll start first time and get you something for the fever. "As Dean of Cas passed, he withdrew his Face.
"And Cas ..."
He threw him against his shower gel.
"shower up again, I think without your strength begins to smell musty from your body. Believe me, it will do you good. "
Cas had clumsily caught the shower gel and it would he almost fell from his hand again.
"Dean, what about the demon ..."
Dean stopped.
, yes I've almost forgotten. "
" Dean, you do not take care of me. The demon ... you should chase him, he is more important than me. "
Dean turned around.
, Actually he is right ... but no, he needs me now. What would I as a friend when I now him in the lurch when he himself does not know what is wrong with him. "
"Nah, the son of a bitch, we get another NEN time"
Dean took the car keys from the counter and left the motel room.
Castiel was sitting a few moments in bed, thinking.
'Dean seems to be really concerned about me. "
He could not stop it. A feeling of happiness spread through him. Any thought of Dean warmed him. Gave him strength. Castiel sighed deeply.
'And I wanted him but forgotten. These feelings. How can something so seem impractical, so annoying, so painful at the same time as one the most beautiful in this world? "
Castiel unconsciously turned the shower gel over again in his hand. It was not long before he had managed to spill half the contents on the bed.
'Oh no! "
Cas looked at the disaster.
'Dean will hold me back, I desolate all motels. "
Cas curious to smell the contents of the bottle.
'Hmm, that smells so much like Dean. But what Dean actually said "smell musty" with? "
Castiel looked down at himself. His body had some injuries, and clean, was also something else. Slowly and carefully smelled Castiel on his body, only to immediately shrink.
'The ... so this is "smell musty."
Castiel pulled back the covers and stood up. He immediately noticed that something was wrong with him. His throat was constricted. and everything around him, swaying slightly.
He walked with shaky legs in the bathroom.
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As Dean of the Medical returned, he found only an empty bed. An empty bed and smeared with gel.
'Why I am not surprised that Cas again chaos left in the room. "
"Cas" Dean said as he shuts off the shopping.
Then it happened.
began rushing to the TV and it was only seen snow in it. The radio played completely crazy and Dean thought he felt a small quake.
'demons? Angel? Damn, Cas has still not answered! "
Dean dove to the bathroom door. He did not notice that the quake subsided, and already back on the radio, a transmitter stopped.
Dean remained frozen in the open doorway.
"Ca ..." Dean's voice broke. He did everything only true in slow motion and only heard, as in the background, the song of the Black Key's played. The entire bathroom was full of water vapor that Dean made it difficult to view. He heard the roaring water of the shower. And saw Castiel schemes. The hot steam slowly twisted and Dean saw as Castiel upside down in the shower and hit the water jet was his head and ran down his back. The seconds seemed to last an eternity. In Dean's neck, formed a lump. He had to swallow, for now he saw much more of Castiel as he ever wanted. He watched as rivulets of water ran over his body and met in small streams fall to the ground. His eyes explored every part of this Castiel body. His muscles, his face and his ....
Dean's heart began to pound wildly.
Castiel threw back his head. His wet hair distributes the water to the shower. The water was running directly on Castiel's face and seemed to emphasize every contour of this. Cas sat up and began to foam, which still covered the last places to wash. His hands were working preparing slowly to the south.
'LOOK AWAY! THE NOT WANT YOU TO SEE! DAMN WHY DO I NOT FINALLY TURNING AROUND? "
Deans doubt not far countered immediately.
'out of curiosity? Desire? I wanted it yesterday night, risking a glance, but I was too chicken! "
'NO! I WILL NOW GO! "
Castiel began to wash the last bit and turned exactly to Dean. Would present itself to him at any moment. In Dean's head now everything was quiet. His projects forgotten, his heart was beating so loud that he could hear his blood rushing in your ears. He held his breath, looking forward to what interested him not really. But still ...
Even before Dean could get a look, Castiel was gone and turned off the shower. Only one wing alone imprint on the cabin wall remained.
'What? Where did he go? " Disappointed Dean blinked and rubbed his eyes.
"You were right, Dean, the shower was great."
Dean shrugged scared together and turned around. He took a towel with only dressed, grinning broadly Castiel saw before him. The just dry the hair, the distance in all directions.
"I would have to try much earlier."
Dean said nothing. He was still paralyzed by the sight. disappear saw the little water drops on Castiel chest down to his six-pack and in the towel.
Castiel coughed loudly and repeatedly staggered short. He sat on the bed.
"But the acquaintance with fever I could have done without."
"Okay, Princess. You get fresh stuff from me first and then you kurierst from you. I'll also have brought some medicine. In two days you will be back on the dam. "
Dean had decided to treat Castiel as his brother when he was sick. He did not want everything to be thrown by such trivialities as before from the train.
'But this is difficult with NEM stand in my pants, the wegsprengt me every time Jean buttons almost as soon as I get close to Cas' reminded him his inner voice.
"And what shall I do in the time?"
"Well how about if you just look away from something? Simply learn something from the world. That you will not even hurt. "
Castiel gave Dean one of his boxer shorts and a shirt.
"Please tear not into two, okay."
Castiel took the stuff and began to move immediately. Dean swallowed and took all his willpower to go straight to look out the window.
'Why Cas knows right now no shame?
What bothers me is actually why I find it added not look so hard? "
His doubt was already way back into his thoughts.
'Cause I'm keen to Cas? Have feelings for him? It is not even a week ago that I kissed him. "
Dean suddenly noticed how uncomfortably close he was Cas come back and moved away to the other side of the room. He began herauszukramen medicine and mixed in different Substances work together. Dean briefly glanced at Cas, this sat in his shirt and boxers on the bed. His head was bright red from fever.
'But yet he has long been the hottest on my mattress ...'
Dean opened a drawer, but by the thought was so excited he is now the broken wood in his hand.
'Damn! Where did this idea come anyway? " Dean poured the mixture into a glass and gave it to Castiel.
"Here, this is NEN Winchester recipe. Does pretty much against everything. "
Castiel put the book he had just read yet, to the side. Dean saw that it was his. It was one of the Supernatural books.
"Do not tell me you read this junk?"
Castiel looked at him in amazement.
"Yes I like them and also I can see how you and Sam waiting earlier, before I met you."
Dean rolled his eyes and groaned.
"Well, I'm concerned they read. So looking at least ne employment. Meanwhile I will have time to hold out for our demon. "
Castiel, once again engrossed in the book, looked up and nodded not just goodbye.
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